Wielding the Long Strategy to Rule the Seven Kingdoms, Uniting Six Realms to Bring Down the Kings

Suleiman and Lymond. Lychester walked into the military tent one after another. The thick tent curtains fell, cutting off the noise and cold air outside.

Lymond. Lychester was the first to break the silence, with a trace of unconcealable urgency in his old voice. "Suleiman."

"Maybe you really shouldn't do that two hundred thousand Gold Dragon."

Suleiman unhooked Valyrian Steel Sword Nightfall from his waist and placed it on the weapon rack aside, his movements unhurried and slow.

He looked at Lymond. Lychester, and his tone was calm as if he was talking about the weather. "You mean it shouldn't be distributed to knights and soldiers?"

Lymond. Lychester raised his voice. "Of course!"

"You're not doing us any good by giving your money to those people."

"If these Gold Dragon are given to West Riverlands's Lords, they will turn to us without hesitation, which will help us even more!"

Suleiman turned around, and the firelight in the dim tent cast a deep shadow on his young face.

"Master Lymond, you can't please everyone."

His voice was very soft, but it carried an undeniable power.

"When you choose to please everyone, everyone will be dissatisfied with you."

Lymond. Lychester choked at these words, and his gray eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

"Then didn't you distribute ten thousand Gold Dragon to House Mallister and House Blackwood? Aren't you trying to please them?"

Suleiman's mouth curved up, like a smile, but not like it.

"We need friends in West Riverlands, Blackwood and Mallister are perfect for them."

Lymond. Lychester still can't understand. For their purpose, it is obviously more important to return Gold Dragon to Riverlords of the Riverlands and buy their support.

He still asked, "But what is the use of giving Gold Dragon to those knights and farmers?"

Suleiman shook his head, walked to the table, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"If you give 200,000 Gold Dragon to west Riverlords of the Riverlands, they won't thank you."

He took a sip of wine and continued talking.

"In their eyes, this is a matter of course. It's unrealistic for you to expect them to be grateful to you, Mr. Lymond."

"Five thousand Gold Dragon is not enough to get them to side with you."

Suleiman put down the wine glass and looked at the old man.

"But it's different when it's given to people with humble status. It's a gift, it's a gift, and they will be grateful."

"You just give them a few copper coins and a few Silver Stag, but they are willing to pay their lives for it."

Lymond. Lychester was silent, and the air in the tent seemed to solidify.

After a long time, Lymond. Lychester seemed to suddenly wake up from some thoughts, and the confusion on his face was instantly replaced by heavy anxiety.

He walked quickly to Suleiman with a nervous look on his face. "Suleiman, someone told me some news."

Suleiman looked at the old man's sudden change in expression and frowned slightly. "What?"

Lymond. Lychester's voice was extremely low, as if there were countless pairs of ears outside the tent eavesdropping. "Jon. Arryn."

"He recruited Blackfish Brynden. Tully to King's Landing."

"Someone told me that Jon. Arryn and Blackfish Brynden. Tully are planning. They plan to consolidate Edmure. Tully's Riverlands governorship!"

The old man's breathing became heavy.

"Then, let Blackfish Brynden. Tully serve as the regent of Edmure. Tully until Edmure. Tully can handle government affairs on its own!"

Lymond. Lychester's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have been worried about this matter for a long time.

"It's not just that."

"Jon. Arryn has planned to go to Harrenhal secretly. He wants to find Robert. Baratheon before the Riverlands conference Lords and finalize this matter!"

Lymond. Lychester stared at Suleiman, almost waiting for him to show a shocked or angry expression.

But he was disappointed.

Suleiman's face was as calm as ever. He had expected this since Blackfish Brynden. Tully did not come to attend the funeral of his beloved brother. It seemed that what he heard at this moment was just an insignificant rumor.

Lymond. Lychester was puzzled, and there was even a hint of reproach in his voice. "Suleiman, why aren't you in a hurry?"

Suleiman raised his eyes and looked at him with sharp eyes. "Did Walter. Hean tell you this news? Lord Lymond?"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, striking Lymond. Lychester.

The anxiety on the old man's face instantly solidified, replaced by complete astonishment. "You... how did you know? Suleiman?"

Suleiman did not answer directly. He just stared at the other person calmly and said slowly, "Master Lymond, do you know what is most important in this world?"

Lymond. Lychester was stunned there, his mind went blank.

Suleiman did not wait for his answer and continued, "Have you ever thought about why the other party disclosed these top-secret information to you?"

This question is like a key, instantly opening a door in Lymond. Lychester's mind.

He is not a stupid person, but the long-term education of his ministers and his fixed thinking prevent him from seeing clearly at the first time.

Lymond. Lychester's lips trembled a little. He rushed to answer, as if he was eager to prove himself. "Because...

"Because the other party wants me to know the news and take the steps he wants?"

Suleiman nodded, with a trace of approval in his eyes.

Lymond. Lychester squinted his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyeballs. "In other words, this matter may be fake? Is it a trap by Walter. Hean?"

"No."

Suleiman shook his head, denying his guess.

"The news should be true."

He stood up and started walking around the small tent.

It can be said that what Jon. Arryn does is how a true ruler should behave.

After he noticed a strange political atmosphere in Riverlands, he quickly made the decision that was most beneficial to his family.

Suleiman stopped, looked at the location representing the Eyrie on the map, and then looked at King's Landing.

For Jon. Arryn, he must firmly bind the alliance of the three families of fish, wolf, and eagle together. As long as House Tully and House Stark are still his firm allies, House Arryn's position will be as stable as a mountain.

These three companies together are enough to put pressure on any party in Westeros.

Edmure. Tully is young and weak in character. Moreover, House Tully's territory has been severely damaged and it has lost the ability to control Riverlands. Jon. Arryn knows this very well, but he must let House Tully continue to control Riverlands to ensure that it does not deviate from his track.

Blackfish Brynden. Tully, he is the regent, it is justifiable.

At the same time, he is Jon. Arryn's old subordinate, Knight of the Bloody Gate, who has been with Vale for so many years and is deeply trusted.

If House Tully, which has lost its power, wants to control Riverlands, it must use the help of House Arryn, and with the help of external forces, there must be some sacrifice. Basically, it means that Riverlands will become a subsidiary of Vale House Arryn within a hundred years without major changes.

After all, not everyone is Eddard. Stark.

When Jonos. House Bracken pointed out in public that he had no right to interfere in Riverlands's affairs, he really agreed with this statement. At the subsequent meeting, he remained silent in the face of Edmure. Tully's look for help.

In the end, Edmure. Tully's eldest sister Catelyn. Tully could only end up personally.

If he were Eddard. Stark, he would immediately seize this opportunity and legitimately infiltrate Riverlands.

He will be the first to stand up and support Robert. Baratheon in confirming Edmure. Tully's governorship.

Then, in the name of Edmure and Tully being young and in need of assistance, the North's influence was deeply rooted here, making Riverlands the granary of the North.

Finally, by controlling the marriage of Edmure and Tully, the alliance between House Stark and House Tully will continue and be as stable as a mountain.

Pure and honest people like Eddard. Stark are so rare.

Suleiman looked at Lymond. Lychester: "Sir, please return to Harrenhal immediately."

His voice was smooth, without any waves.

"Pretend it's the same as usual, nothing has changed.

Lymond. Lychester's eyebrows knitted together. "Aren't you in a hurry?"

Suleiman nodded. "No hurry."

He walked to the map and pointed at the location Harrenhal.

"Remember, my lord, we are relying on Robert. Baratheon."

"As long as he supports us, no one can stop us."

Suleiman turned around with sharp eyes.

"Robert. Baratheon likes people with the same personality as him, remember this."

"Don't be cowardly, don't be weak and shrink."

"Jon. Arryn will definitely find fault with us and accuse us.

Suleiman's voice deepened.

"Remember, my lord, you must fight back firmly."

"There must be no concessions."

Lymond. Lychester nodded, his Adam's apple rolling.

Suleiman's hand pressed heavily on his shoulder.

"Sir, show me the madness you had when you saw me beheading the knight Mallister at Oldstones!"

Lymond. Lychester's body stiffened for a moment, and he remembered the bloodshed that day and the feeling of kicking the Mallister knight's head.

Suleiman let go of his hand, turned his back to him again, and looked at the map. Robert. Baratheon is a very strange person. You can say that he values feelings. Jon. Arryn was as close to him as father and son. After the death of old Jon.

Robert. Baratheon However, because little Robert. Arryn was frail and sickly and had a weak personality, which was not in line with his compatibility, he was completely Don't take him seriously at all, and would rather anger Lords of the entire Vale than give Jon the title of Warden of the East.

Arryn's youngest son.

Instead, it was given to Kingsguard, Jaime. Lannister.

This is why his attitude has always been so tough. In the eyes of Robert. Baratheon, he will only really support and like people who have similar personalities to him.

No matter how good your relationship is with your father, who are as close as father and son, like brothers, once their compatibility doesn't match, he should not sell you face, or not sell you face.

Suleiman's voice suddenly lowered, as soft as a whisper, but passed clearly into Lymond. Lychester's ears.

"If it comes to a last resort...

"We can only find a way to kill Blackfish Brynden. Tully."

I wonder if Evelyn can be hidden in the sleeve and the poison-quenching crossbow has been completed.

Lymond. Lychester raised his head sharply, as if he had been stung by a bee. "What did you say?"

Suleiman turned around slowly, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were like a lake in winter, covered with a layer of ice.

"I said, if it comes to a last resort, the only option is to kill Brynden. Tully."

Lymond. Lychester took half a step back, his voice full of surprise.

"I... I once fought side by side with Blackfish. He is not a bad person. There is no need for that.

Suleiman's gaze penetrated Lymond. Lychester, seeming to be looking at something more distant.

"Do you think Jon. Arryn will let us go! Master Lymond."

"As long as Blackfish accepts Jon. Arryn's proposal, then he will be our enemy."

"In the struggle for power, either he dies or we die.

"No one can stand in my way."

His words became colder and colder, each word hitting the ground like a piece of ice.

"Brynden. Tully."

"Eddard. Stark."

"Jon. Arryn."

"Edmure. Tully."

"Stannis. Baratheon."

"Tytos. Blackwood."

"Tywin. Lannister."

"Jonos. House Bracken."

"Whoever it is, I don't care."

Suleiman spoke at a steady pace, as if he was announcing a list of ordinary dish names, rather than the names on the Westeros Continent that could shake the foundation of the kingdom.

"As long as you stand on my opposite side! I will never show mercy!"

Lymond. Lychester looked at him in shock. Suleiman's calmness was more frightening than any roar.

He has no respect or fear. Each of these names represents an indestructible castle, a powerful army, and a glorious family history.

Lymond. Lychester's lips moved, and his voice became a little frightened due to shock.

"These... these people... they are all Westeros...

"That's because, my lord, you have never seen a real hero or a heroic figure."

Suleiman interrupted him, with a hint of pity in his tone.

"In my opinion, Aegon. Targaryen is just an ordinary person."

He walked to the weapon rack and pulled out Valyrian Steel Sword Nightfall. His voice became distant, as if he was telling another person's story.

"I spent the first half of my life doing nothing."

"But I have a new life."

He turned his head, his eyes burning with a flame that Lymond. Lychester had never seen before. There was no fear in that flame, only endless desire.

"Death, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"If you can't create a great cause, it's better to die early!"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Lymond. Lychester's breathing became heavy. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, he felt as if he was staring into an abyss.

Suleiman's ambition is not a fiefdom, not a title, but something he cannot imagine.

There was silence for a long time, until the sky outside completely darkened.

Lymond. Lychester finally found his voice and asked dryly.

"Child, what is your goal...?"

A long time.

A calm but thunderous voice sounded in the room.

"Strengthen the strategy and control Seven Kingdoms, unite the six kingdoms and destroy the kings."